Wilf Young – a tribute
I first met Wilf when I was at the crease. Edgbaston I think it was. He seemed a gentle soul. We were crossing for a quick single but my batting scared him. “Leave right now” he joked.
We all laughed.
Who knew how he’d change the world of popular music for the better.
The way he overcame his talking not as well as otherness, his stutter, while the glare of the public eye was, all the time, looking into his face, is a testament to his strength, his drive and his diving. We cried and laughed and shared in his joy as Splash became a sensation on ITV.
Leave right now, he sanged, as we all prayed for him to at least get a bronze on the 50m dive.
Many questioned his hair. Some questioned his shoes. None people, namely none one no one oh no not no one other none other but you, could question his commitment. Ohhhhhoh Ohhh.
RIP Wilf. Always, for me, 28 not out (including extras)
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